Why We Are Mortal © Surazeus 2024 09 19 Wishing I could be immortal and free from this body of chemical desire, I walk elsewhere among the singing trees to sit in sunlight of unspoken words and wait for someone to walk down the road who brings obscure book of the secret truth. Almost past midpoint of new promised year through riddles printed in the almanac, I smell strange scent of summer on the page of every book I open to the wind, though I fall silent with attentive hope to watch what might happen before the end. Strange faceless shadow of my ancient soul, who looks at me from mirror on the wall, decides what truth about my inner thoughts I should perceive as silver clouds of truth that sprinkle rain of afternoon to cleanse heart-breaking horror of the singing sea. Impatient for what blue skies want to say about soft density of wordless love, I treasure secret of the apple tree based on my shadow on the selfless grass who urges me to hurry past the hour the moon will rise on Phoenix wings of power. Always at center of the turning world, awake with question of how light knows why our bodies buzz with atoms of the mind, I tend to business of the steady rain with project to equalize rights of souls who give each other nothingness of love. Yet colors of the world must orchestrate authority of tact programmed by fate to challenge traditions we still obey with loyal adherence to the bright sea whose depth is measured by the snarky Sphinx who tells me my failures are my success. Addressing blind clock of eternity that spirals atoms in net of my brain, I start to think about the honest way time dilates whispers through windowless homes each time I draw another writhing rune from bottomless well of my loving heart. As incarnation of the oracle, I predict pattern of the molecule that spirals from first flash of the big bang to form this planet that creates my soul so I can wake her conscious mind in me and tell you why we are mortal and free.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus travels the world to preach that we are free to live well because we are mortal.
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